dimestore horseshit

I saw something the other day on East 44th street that seemed to symbolize the human condition perfectly:

A man was riding up the sidewalk towards me in a recumbent wheelchair. It was a little unusual, I guess. He was moving efficiently, showing no signs of self-pity. Just rolling along on his way to work. Approximately ten feet behind him, another man was walking in the same direction as the wheelchair man. This man was actually pointing at the wheelchair man and laughing out loud, as if to say, Get a load of that freak.

There you have it, the triumph of the spirit and the forces that it must triumph against, back to back. Well done, boys.
It also made me realize that personal satisfaction comes from finding a balance in your life of gratitude and hunger. Meaning, finding a way to be thankful with what you've got while still expecting more from yourself. Stop dreaming and waiting and bitching and go out and do the best you can. And love whatever that is. Wheelchair Johnny ain't complaining. Why are you?

Yo yo yo. For eight points each, tell me a physical feat you've performed in your life that is as good as or better than throwing a tennis ball out of a moving car and catching it on a bounce (see 4.15.03 entry). I reserve the right to say whether your feat does in fact measure up.

And seriously, which recycling bin do milk cartons go in? Al Gore, you out there?

Oh, and this. Don't forget this: